It’s my birthday tomorrow. I have nothing planned except for the regular stuff: work and dance. And dance is my first day back after two weeks off. (One week I was sick, and then the studio was closed last week for spring break). I can’t think of anything special I might want to do, but then it’s Monday morning right now and I wish I was still in bed. Maybe asleep, but maybe reading the last article of last month’s Walrus magazine. It’s not really an article, it’s the short story. But I have to finish it so I can start this month’s edition, which arrived the other day and which reminded be I had several other Walri to read. Catch up!

Holy crap I just burned my esophagus with hot tea. Welcome to Monday, Lindsie.